Images of India



Bright, brilliant, beaming smiles
Always so amiably yielding
From every gent, lady, and child.
Leading you to believe
They could do no harm.

Dazzlingly dark, coal lined eyes timidly peering,
Gaunt ghosts of nobody’s offspring appearing
From each ethereal outlet,
And round dusty lanes and bends,
Brazenly beseeching a single rupee from your hand.

Vividly, Sparkling and Shimmering Sarees,
Capture admirers with their charm;
Distracting sordid stares from superior splendor;
That is the meek and tender, radiant women,
From which melodic bangles glint on delicate arms.

Outside train compartment doors corroding,
Are splendidly dark tresses whipping,
As spirited gents do a romantic one-armed dangle
Relishing in the fleeting feeling of flight.
Feeling so light, fleeing from sight.

Such are the vast and vivid visions of an Indian venture,
Of which the natives, know without end.